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"For a long time the power of the first class seems to have been consolidated, but sooner or later there will come a time when they lose faith in themselves, or in their ability to rule effectively, or both. They were overthrown by the second-class people, who claimed to be fighting for freedom and justice, and won the third-class people to their side. Once the second-class class has achieved its goal, the third-class class person is pushed back to its original enslaved position, and it becomes a first-class person himself. ”

"Of these three categories, only the third-class people have never achieved their goals, even temporarily. It would be an exaggeration to say that there has never been material progress in the whole of history. Even in today's period of decline, the average person is materially better off than it was hundreds of years ago. But neither the growth of wealth, nor the easing of attitudes, nor the progress of institutions, have brought mankind one step closer to equality. From the point of view of third-class people, if there is a change in history, it is only a change in the name of the master. ”

When I wrote this, I began to talk about the history of the continent and the world before the establishment of the Divine Religion. It was a revised history that was not even recorded in the Records Division. I saw a different world, the same bad world, people eat people, although there is no hierarchy, but the strength of the cards determines life and death. In the midst of the long chaos, providence, this empty thing was gradually forgotten. Twelve people came together and decided to create a world of great harmony, a paradise on earth where everyone lived in love, with neither law nor animal labor. These twelve people conquered the world with their great power, and the world ran according to their rules. This unification allowed the continent to make temporary progress, but soon new strife arose.

The world of Datong that the Twelve spoke of did not succeed, and was replaced by a hierarchical world built by the desires of the Twelve. This hierarchy strictly regulates the limits of power, and everyone tears through the last camouflage in order to obtain a higher rank. The struggle for power spreads, and more and more capable card masters die in this struggle, and the card world enters a stage of great regression. This is exactly what the Twelve want, and only by eliminating these powerful card masters can they secure their power.

Soon some people noticed this, and they organized themselves to tempt the third-class people with the same slogans of fairness and justice, and more importantly, they also claimed to be the inheritors of Providence. At that time, providence was not as taboo as it is now, and there were still many believers in it. This gang started a war and almost made it happen. In times of crisis, the twelve people used their natal power to create a powerful but unconscious object, which the twelve called fate. The twelve people forcibly poured the natal card into the body of fate to make fate conscious, and the twelve people died like this. Destiny became the heir of the Twelve, and it possessed even more terrifying power, unparalleled wisdom. Under the leadership of fate, the war was quickly quelled, and fate proclaimed itself a god. Soon, the Cult of God was established. This secret history has been hidden by the Cult of God, and no one knows it except the Silver-robed Elder and the Pope.

Unlike previous regimes, these people were almost all second- and first-class people, and they had more knowledge and knew how to control people's hearts. They are less greedy and extravagant than their opponents of the past era, but they are more power-hungry, especially more conscious of what they do, and are bent on defeating their opponents.

"Compared to today's Cults, all the interest groups of the past were not thorough enough and were weak and incompetent. The rulers of the past were always infected by free thought, and there were loopholes everywhere, paying attention only to public movements, not to what the common people were thinking. By today's standards, even a world built by twelve people is magnanimous. Part of the reason is that no ruler in the past had the power to put his people under constant surveillance. But thanks to the invention of the watch card, it was easier to manipulate public opinion, and when the watch card was everywhere, the private life came to an end. For everyone, or at least every noteworthy person, he can be placed under the surveillance of the Ministry of Friendship twenty-four hours a day, so that he can hear the propaganda of the Ministry of Truth, and all other channels of communication can be cut off. ”

"Now, for the first time, it is finally possible not only to force all the people to completely obey the will of the state, but also to force the entire common people to be completely unified in public opinion."

"After the establishment of the Cult of God, it was re-divided into first, second, and third-class people, as in the past. But unlike their predecessors, the new class of people did not act on instinct, they knew how to defend their position. ”

"The true meaning of the rule of the Cult is not the personal teaching of individuals, but the enduring continuation of certain values and ways of life. It is a system in which the dead control the living. The ruling group is the ruling group because it has the right to nominate an heir. The Cult of God has no intention of preserving anyone's lifeline, it just wants to preserve its own life. As long as the hierarchical structure remains the same, it doesn't matter who is in power. ”

They have long recognized that the only reliable basis for the rule of the Cult is collective rule. Wealth and privilege are easiest to defend when they are collectively owned. In recent years, the so-called "abolition of private ownership" proposed by the Cult of God actually means concentrating property in the hands of a much smaller group of people than before. The only difference is that the new master is the Cult itself, not the Pope. ”

I sealed the book and thought about it for a long time, and these words solved a puzzle that had been bothering me for a long time. In the past, I always felt that the Pope had the most power, that his power was omnipotent. But this is not the case, and in many cases involving the interests of the entire Cult, the Pope has given up his own personal decisions. This strange phenomenon bewildered me, and the omnipotent Pope was clearly also under an invisible pressure that I had never understood what that pressure was, and now I finally knew. Stress is the cult itself. It is not the Pope who really rules this world, but the Cult of God. I believe that if the Pope dares to do something contrary to the interests of the Cult, he will be immediately removed from the status of Pope. It doesn't matter who holds the power, as long as the hierarchical structure remains the same.

When it was almost time for lunch, my boss hadn't come back, and I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. When I was about to send troops into the survey, dozens of wounded soldiers returned to the camp with each other. They also brought back the head of their boss, who was unwilling to die with his eyes wide open. I asked the wounded soldiers what they had discovered, and they said that they had been ambushed by the heretics, and that there were not many left, dead and wounded, and those who fled. Mu Tou clearly deceived me, he said that there would be ten heretics waiting for us to arrest, but it turned out to be a trap he had set up early in the morning. If someone else finds out about it, then I definitely can't get out of it. Looking at my boss's head, I quickly came up with a good idea, I made up a story about my boss's intention to betray the country and I found out and beheaded him. I believe that as long as the people of the Ministry of Peace read this story, I will definitely be commended for my bravery and wisdom, so that I can be promoted and enjoy it even more. As for these soldiers under his command, giving them a small profit is enough to silence them.

The Ministry of Peace soon sent back the message that I had been provisionally appointed as the Grand Commander, in charge of all military forces at the outpost. As soon as I received the appointment, I went to the prisoner of war camp, and the Grand Commander had the right to choose slaves first. I glanced around, but I didn't see any elven slaves. Come to think of it, this kind of border area is sparsely populated, and it is already lucky to be able to catch a dozen elves, and these dozen elves will definitely not be left behind by officials large and small. In desperation, I had to choose two leopard girls, although the appearance is not superior, but fortunately, they are full of wildness and have a unique flavor.

In the days of waiting for my official appointment, I received another amazing message. Mu To's real fame moved the world, and he abducted Evya. From the gossip, I vaguely learned that Evia had suddenly betrayed the will of the gods the day before she was about to become a saint, and she fled the capital with a mysterious person. The Pope was furious, and he ordered the great sages to present their heads with their own hands. The rumors said that this man was very mysterious, but I still guessed from the fact that he had white hair. As for why Evia betrayed the Cult, it was a well-known but unspeakable secret.

The non-commissioned officers in the barracks also received this message, and they began to talk excitedly. There are only two kinds of discussion among these third-class people, one is to catch Evia and receive the reward, and the other is to ride Evia under the straddle. But no matter how they talked about it, they hadn't even seen what Evia looked like.

I soon met Evia, and of course Toru Muto. It must be admitted that if a person changes, then the breath you feel when you look at him is also different. Now Evia doesn't feel that kind of arrogance at all, like a pool of clear spring water, quiet and pure. Mu Tou too, the casual pleasure seems to tell the ambiguous relationship between the two. Even though Ivia was on the run, I still felt the gap between first-class and second-class people, and the mere memory card I took out was overshadowed. This type of memory card is unique to first-class people, and there is a large space in the card to store food, water, and medicine. As far as I know, medicine is a must for first-class people, and the Divine Cult needs to use the best medicine to ensure the safety of first-class people's lives. Of course, the research and production of these drugs were all uniformly allocated by the Ministry of Wealth, and the materials used for research and production were of course obtained from taxes.

It was a bright afternoon, and I was still patrolling the border, followed by three minions. The sun was shining warmly, people were sleepy, and we were slowly moving along the grassy path. Suddenly, a soldier shouted excitedly, saying that he had never seen such a beautiful woman, and that he was going to snatch the woman. A few other creeps echoed in and said they were going to rob someone, but I didn't look up at the woman, the sun was really comfortable, and I was almost asleep on horseback.

I let the three creeps rob them, and then continued to doze off with my eyes closed. The chaotic pace of the little soldiers became less and less, and I was still thinking in my heart that these guys were in a hurry to eat hot tofu. Soon, I heard their wails before they died, and the sound of weeping was repeating itself back and forth on the hills.

I was ready for battle at the first time, turned over and dismounted, and clutched the thick-backed knife in my hand. The first time I saw the woman, my nervousness calmed down, and it was only when I saw the second glance that I became nervous again, because I recognized her as Evia. Sure enough, Mu Tou was still standing next to her, his white hair reflecting the sunlight. Evia was so prominent that my eyes automatically ignored Mu Totou.

As Mu Tou approached, I noticed that he was holding a short dagger in his hand, which was dull and not a card transmog. He gave him a lovely smile, I can't find the right words to describe it, the only thing I know for sure is that it's comfortable. He smiled and put the dagger back to show no malice.

"Husband." Evia spoke, "This guy looks weird, do you want to kill him together?" ”

Ivia said this without any consideration for my feelings, and I was terrified that she had raised a bow that emitted the breath of fire. Mu Tou reached out and pressed on the bow, and the flames on the bow danced as if they were about to devour his hand, but the flames failed, and Mu Tou's hand was not damaged in the slightest. His actions once again shattered my understanding of cards, and no matter which textbook made it clear that the human body is not capable of resisting card attacks. Evia retracted her bow, her aura of fire shrinking rapidly, and a card with a phoenix motif hidden into her body. This phoenix card turned out to be her natal card, but I don't know if this card has an exclusive name.

I had a lot of thoughts in a split second, but I didn't speak. As if he could read my thoughts, he patted me on the shoulder. Seriously, it's very funny for someone shorter than me to do this, and the contrast between high and low makes us all laugh naturally. He touched the back of his head embarrassedly, a simple gesture that broke my defensiveness against him.

"He's what we're looking for." Mu Tou said, "Let's sit down and talk, we really need you." This project has been going on for a long time, and I have almost all the main people, so I would appreciate it if you would like to help. ”

I remembered what Mu Tou said about the beheading plan, and the task he assigned to me was to continue to make meritorious deeds, and the Divine Cult appreciated this kind of outstanding meritorious person. If a person's merit is worth enough, the Pope can even grant him a special request. This is the opportunity that Mu Toru needs, and he wants me to meet with the Pope alone and then kill the Pope. The death of a ruler may not be too devastating to the Cult, but those third-class people will definitely make a move when they learn of the Pope's death. As long as this opportunity is used wisely, and the heretics hidden within the Cult should cooperate with each other, the destruction of the Cult can be expected gradually.

"What's in it if I agree to join this dangerous scheme?" It is impossible to send me to death if there is no good.

Mu Tou was obviously pondering, and only said after a while: "It's not good for the time being, if you have to take the benefits, you need to take it yourself." I know you don't have a natal card yet, and I know exactly where a powerful natal card is. If you really need it, we can help you. ”

A powerful natal card is really attractive to me, and I haven't been able to find a suitable card for natal refining over the years. Whenever I got a card that wasn't bad and wanted to refine it, I always thought that there would be a better card waiting for me, so I put it off until today and couldn't find a better one.

"What's it called?" I asked. A powerful card is sure to have its own unique name, and that name is sure to go down in the history of the card.

"Justice." Mu Tou spat out the word.